Daddy! Come Home for Dinner! - Chapter 638: Help Me Take Care of Your Sister

Thousands of years ago, humankind left the Old World. We enter a new age where science and magic are no longer opposing concepts.

With these new opportunities came danger in the form of the Dark Races and the ones that named themselves Gods.

However, if there was one thing humans were good at was their ability to destroy. Humankind fought and carved a bloody path into the new world.

Cain’s luck had never been good, but his destiny changed forever once he decided to harden his heart and face the world without fear or hesitation.

Welcome to NecroCorp – Where War is Always in Stock!“Now with 15% off main battle tanks, because peace is bad for business.”Hello, traveler!Looking for a bone-forged sword? A modular mana cannon? Perhaps... a discounted main battle tank for your next kingdom raid?Oh wait, you're not a customer, you're a reader.Right. This is probably where I give you my “tragic backstory.” Fine.I used to be human.Then I died.Now I'm a Lich with a factory in a dead dungeon, a skeleton workforce that doesn't need lunch breaks, salaries, and a magical system that rewards me for selling stuff. So, I did what any sane undead would do: I started an arms corporation.Now I sell weapons to orcs, goblins, elves, humans, anyone with a grudge and a pile of magic stones. Need siege engines? Got 'em. Crossbows that reload themselves? Yup. Flamethrower golems? In development.But here's the trick: you can’t sell weapons if there’s no war.So when the world started calming down... well, I may have encouraged a few border skirmishes. For marketing purposes. Nothing personal. War drives demand, after all.So, if you're here for drama, explosions, undead capitalism, and morally questionable business strategies wrapped in bone and steel, you’ve come to the right dungeon.Just don’t ask about the warranty.There isn’t one that lived to tell and ask about it.

Castra, someone who's allergic to furry animals, transmigrated into a magical world and became a...Poop shoveler spirit, specialized in scooping animal poop, the lowest of the lowest F-rank spirit.Bad news. He's notorious among summoners and no one wants to summon him.No summons= die!Oh God, help!God heard Castra's prayer— and sent him a poop.DUNG! [Behold! The great Poop system is here! Complete the missions and become the greatest SSS-Rank spirit!]Castra: Quick! What's the mission??DUNG! [Shovel an orange cat's poop ×10][Reward: SSS-Rank Nyan Nyan Punch Skill]Is this a joke??A joke or not, Castra already got his death sentence.BEEP. [Dear spirit, you have accumulated five 1 star reviews in a row from your summoners.][As per the Spirit World's regulation, you will be annihilated in 3...2...1...]————TW:• A lot of swearing related to sh*t• It's not very clean• Don't eat while reading. You have been warnedPower level:• Summoners & summon spirits: -F-rank to SSS rank• Dungeon monsters & wild monsters:F-rank to SSS rank• Mage: 1 circle- 9 circles• Stats: 1 star-5 stars-------------------• 1000 total power stone= 2 bonus chapter• 10 golden tickets= 2 bonus chapter• 1.000 privi unlocks= 5 chaps mass release• 10.000 privi unlocks= 10 chaps mass release• 1 castle= 5 chaps mass releaseIG: @zehell2218Discord:

Our straight (?) bottom woke up ten years into the future and found himself on the bed of his childhood friend… At the start, the bottom was shocked to his very bones, but he soon quickly accepted this premise and found the whole situation to be rather amusing. Precisely then, the bottom once again went back to his timeline — back to when he and the top were just platonic childhood friends.